DELOREAN IPSUM
Just say anything, George, say what ever’s natural, the first thing that comes to your mind. Take that you mutated son-of-a-bitch. My pine, why you. You space bastard, you killed a pine. You do? Yeah, it’s 8:00. Hey, McFly, I thought I told you never to come in here. Well it’s gonna cost you. How much money you got on you?